20 years ago.... I was 4 and a half years sober. I was in the locked ward of a local hospital. I had never been locked up in any way before. I had never even visited a psychiatric hospital. And yet, there I was. An attractive young woman, a fellow patient, asked me if I wanted to pray with her and I eagerly said "yes." But as she started praying, I quickly saw the delusional, hyper-religiousness of her prayer. It was so scary. I had to ask staff to help me to get her away from me.
When I got out of the hospital - nearly 2 weeks later - I had lots of time on my hands to go to meetings since I no longer had a job. And I met a handsome, charming, intelligent, sober man. He was visiting from Australia. He had everything I ever wanted in a man - and I do mean everything.
20 years later, I am a single woman. I am grateful to have lived through the experience. I am also grateful to be single. I am grateful to be able to walk into a grocery store and know that when I walk out I won't be told not to come back again. I am grateful to pretty much know what my life is likely to be like today and tomorrow. I am grateful that there are tulips in the ground that I have planted over the years and I will likely get to see them come up again in a few months.... right where I planted them.